There’s an article on BusinessWeek Online.com titled Attack of the Gaming Grannies that is like a glimpse at my future:
Barbara St. Hilaire spends about 50 hours a week wielding a machete, dismembering demons and battling a slew of thugs, zombies, and other nasties of the video-gaming world. Having recently nailed a 100% score in Outlaw Golf 2, she’s now focused on mastering the top levels in God of War. It’s a passion that has earned St. Hilaire, 69, the moniker “Old Grandma Hardcore.”
“If you saw her in a grocery store, you would see an old, Midwestern diabetic with thick glasses leaning on a crutch or shopping cart,” says her grandson Timothy St. Hilaire, who launched a blog recounting her gaming exploits—and her colorful expletives. “She’s a polite mother of five and grandmother of 12…but get her in front of a game, and she becomes a monster.”
At the tender young age of 38 I already get harassed by a lot of the kids whose asses I’m kicking in Call of Duty for being ‘too old’ to be a gamer. “If I were your age and still playing video games,” they say, “I’d be embarrassed.” To which I usually reply, “If I were your age and and was getting my ass handed to me by someone of my age, I’d be embarrassed.” I expect I’ll just get that much more satisfaction from fragging these whippersnappers once I reach 69.